Oli
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sorry this is so long just some thoughts looking for an outlet
love is not a two way street like everyone seems to think it is something either given or received. While its possible for agreements to be reached where love is swapped, it does not necessarily need to be exchanged for an equal quantity (some people place higher value on their love) or even exchanged for more love. Depending on current exchange rates love has been traded for anything from money to ****s to discretion.
If were lucky enough we emerge from youth still full to the brim with a mothers love (there are at the very least 4 flavours of love and a billion possible cocktails), and we dance around wildly dolloping out our love to anyone who will allow us a small lick of theirs (tehe). Its during this time we learn the relative value of our love next to others, and our success at obtaining love without giving away too much of our own (you have to spend money to make money) determines how full our tank is as we approach adulthood.
To reach another heart our streams of love unfortunately have to pass through our brain, and in twisting around and between our prides and pains much love is lost and the remainder dirtied...and it hasnt even passed through the brain of the intended target yet! It would seem the smartest thing to do is to stop at once and save whatever love we have left for ourselves. Self love makes the wine taste better but isnt enough to make me put the wine glass down. Self love left to stagnate in the tank quickly becomes stale, detachment and vanity are the algae that grow on its surface. Like trying to tickle your own belly self love just isnt the same. Others can taste loneliness and desperation so clearly in your love that they rarely come back for seconds. Apparently its a taste so bitter that it will overpower any amount of honesty or passion.
So now, like playing poker with a ****** hand, the only thing left to do is cheat and lie or wait for others to trip before you do. A new haircut, an expensive car, breast implants are all sweeteners and preservatives we dilute ourselves with until we are left with smartprice microwave-ready love (just add sex) or a Mclove happy meal (comes with free sex). It looks like love and taste something like it, just without the health benefits. If we choose higher standards for ourselves and turn our nose up at whats on offer, others laugh at us while we get bored of eating the salad even though well probably die fat anyway.
love is not a two way street like everyone seems to think it is something either given or received. While its possible for agreements to be reached where love is swapped, it does not necessarily need to be exchanged for an equal quantity (some people place higher value on their love) or even exchanged for more love. Depending on current exchange rates love has been traded for anything from money to ****s to discretion.
If were lucky enough we emerge from youth still full to the brim with a mothers love (there are at the very least 4 flavours of love and a billion possible cocktails), and we dance around wildly dolloping out our love to anyone who will allow us a small lick of theirs (tehe). Its during this time we learn the relative value of our love next to others, and our success at obtaining love without giving away too much of our own (you have to spend money to make money) determines how full our tank is as we approach adulthood.
To reach another heart our streams of love unfortunately have to pass through our brain, and in twisting around and between our prides and pains much love is lost and the remainder dirtied...and it hasnt even passed through the brain of the intended target yet! It would seem the smartest thing to do is to stop at once and save whatever love we have left for ourselves. Self love makes the wine taste better but isnt enough to make me put the wine glass down. Self love left to stagnate in the tank quickly becomes stale, detachment and vanity are the algae that grow on its surface. Like trying to tickle your own belly self love just isnt the same. Others can taste loneliness and desperation so clearly in your love that they rarely come back for seconds. Apparently its a taste so bitter that it will overpower any amount of honesty or passion.
So now, like playing poker with a ****** hand, the only thing left to do is cheat and lie or wait for others to trip before you do. A new haircut, an expensive car, breast implants are all sweeteners and preservatives we dilute ourselves with until we are left with smartprice microwave-ready love (just add sex) or a Mclove happy meal (comes with free sex). It looks like love and taste something like it, just without the health benefits. If we choose higher standards for ourselves and turn our nose up at whats on offer, others laugh at us while we get bored of eating the salad even though well probably die fat anyway.
